《 Listen Up! 》

I still can't believe what happened last night. By the time I got there, Marcus was already pretty drunk, holding a bottle of white wine and taking big gulps right out of the bottle. As I was sipping the red, he kept on snapping his fingers to make us pass him our bottle.
He gave me a huge hug like a big brother in the kitchen and told me that I'm awesome. Upstairs, he pointed his finger at us and told us not to fuck with him. He started crying and told us about his problems with family. One minute he would ask Jenna to hold him tight and then the next he would tell everyone to fuck off and not to touch him. I didnt realize how serious the situation was until he started grabing the girls and hurting them.

We left him in the room to sleep until he started smashing things in the girls' room. When we went upstairs he asked to get outside. Everyone tried to convince him not to as he would get into trouble, he didnt seem to care, or he was too drunk to know what we were talking about. He got aggressive and started throwing punches at people. Eventually, everyone downstairs knew about it and Katcha needed to call the police. We watched him getting handcuffed and being taken away by the police.

I wasn't scared because I really didn't think he would hurt any of us. I feel so sorry for him but there was nothing we could do to help. The Marcus I knew was so carefree and layback. I only wished when he was staying at our house, I could've tried to get to know him more. Of course, at this point he's long gone.

Anyways, the trip to Spain is fast approaching and I had already repacked my bag several times. Counting down the days is tedious. I can't wait to go. The thought of it was definitely keeping me going through my shifts at work - in fact, I couldn’t really focus on much else. Finally, I get to have my birthday in Europe.

OK. I should go check I've packed my passport. Again. In case it managed to remove itself from my bag.